Love Port.
23. Accident
On the way, as always, Hasan and Zahira rarely say hello. Hasan who tends to be stiff makes Zahira did not dare to talk to his boss. The journey remains silent. Only the roar of the car filled their hearing.
Until the moment the sound of the cell phone broke the silence between them. With his other hand Hasan grabbed the sounding object, and lifted it up and attached to the earlobe.
"Yes, mah?"
" ... "
There was a trace of anxiety implied on his handsome face.
"What! Okay, I'll be there right now."
Hasan glanced at Zahira and turned back his vehicle.
"Sorry, Ra. I can't take you to college. Mama fell down the stairs, she's unconscious right now. I'll drop you down by the side of the road there" Hasan pointed to in a hurry with panic.
"No Sir!" pekik Zahira. Hasan's face immediately turned to Zahira who refused to be lowered. Hasan frowned not understanding.
"Hmm, that means ... Let me come with you. Sir, also in a hurry. I also want to see his parents." he asked.
Somehow Zahira even wanted to come with Hasan, but he was not so close to him. However, hearing the Boss and his girlfriend was again hit by a disaster. It is impolite to just be silent and not participate.
Although the shape is only as dark as coming with Hasan and seeing the condition of his mother. Zahira thinks it's better.
Eventually the car reached its destination. Hasan hurriedly ran into the house, making Zahira surprised by the slamming of the car door that he accidentally did.
It seems that Hasan is not aware that there are other people who are also in one car with him.
Zahira rubbed his chest because his heart was almost dislodged. He also immediately got out of the car and ran after Hasan who was far from sight.
After arriving at the house, Zahira becomes confused looking for Hasan's whereabouts. His breath was cut off, he paused for a moment to look around. There were so many rooms in the mansion, but he didn't know Hasan and his mother were.
"Aaah, sok soan wants to come along anyway, so confused yourself after nyampek here," he hiss. He took a deep breath so that his breathing would be regular again.
Fortunately, just before long, there was a middle-aged woman carrying a drink to a room. Judging from the appearance, it seemed like she was a household assistant. The girl immediately followed in her footsteps without realizing the tray-bearer woman.
Justright. Hasan was sitting on the edge of the bed at the end of his parents' head, with a doctor examining the patient lying there. Zahira only dared to look from outside the door.
When she finished, the doctor came out and the woman she thought was the housekeeper came out.
"Eh, who's it? The winner, Mr Hasan? Already, just go in." said Bi Inah. While walking somewhere.
Zahira nodded her head and smiled. However, he did not dare to enter without a permit that owned a house. The girl saw Hasan who was considerate of her mother. He gently stroked the head that was lying weakly there.
He remembered his memory of being with his mother while still alive. As she cried for midnight ice cream. Makes the mother become irritated at the whining of her child.
However, the way a mother never runs out to persuade and make her child calm. Fatonah took the ice cubes in the refrigerator. Destroying the solid to become liquid. He poured more sugar crystals along with a little water on a medium glass.
Although not as expected, but able to make little Zahira stop whining.
Puk!
"Eh, what's the matter, sir?" ask Zahira.
"Mama rest again. Let's just get out" whispered Hasan.
The man walked and followed Zahira behind him, until they arrived in the backyard, there were many various kinds of flowers with beautiful colors, the view of the small garden was able to make Zahira's eyes amazed.
They then sat in a gazebo made of wood, the color is shiny brown from paint plitur make a place like the stage to be unique.
Still created silence between them, Zahira became confused himself was near Hasan who was rarely seen his smile. The girl until they guessed what talk she would reveal to the flat-faced man beside her.
Finally Zahira plans to say goodbye to him, rather than secretly-dismayed both of them want to talk what.
"Sir, I ...." Zahira's voice stopped when he saw Hasan's right hand raised as if telling him to stop continuing the sentence.
"I ... At least I could see Mama in pain and suffering, if I could choose, I'd rather fall down the stairs, not mama. He gets sick too often. I can't bear to see it." The handsome face with the typical berewok on his face became mellow. The man also did not understand his feelings. The excitement makes him need friends in sharing.
Is the Boss talking to me? How bad was her mother until she told me? Whether he did it was conscious or not. To be sure, just follow his will first, inner Zahira.
Zahira remained silent, Hasan's words still contain many questions, he did not want to be mistaken by asking too deeply about his personal problems. However, he was really curious about the sadness his Boss was feeling.
Silence, Hasan also seemed not to want to continue telling stories. His face remained flat despite the painstaking sadness there. Finally, Zahira spoke up.
"Patience, sir, all will be happy in due time. Maybe You still have to go through various trials so that the immunity in You honed. So even though obstacles and obstacles are always against all can be stopped" Zahira explained.
Hearing Zahira's words, Hasan turned to the beautiful face beside him. His face was still glued, until they both looked at each other. Zahira's eyes became blinking, the woman felt something was wrong with what she said.
"Why-why, sir?"
"You're not poetry anymore, are you? Hasan asked, who felt Zahira's words were rhythmic.
"No!" answer Zahira briefly.
"Wise words, I want to cry" said Hasan. With chuckles. His sadness was slightly reduced, the mutivasi that Zahira expressed seemed funny to him.
Zahira's forehead creased, her cheeks and the tip of her lips lifted. He couldn't hold back the thousands of butterflies tickling his stomach. Hearing Hasan's guyonan the girl even giggled to herself while holding her mouth so as not to be uprooted.
"Well, what's wrong with you? Ask Hasan.
"No, Sir. Just lulled with the funny shadow," said zahira as she pressed her stomach to stop giggling. Seeing his Boss chuckle he felt it was very funny considering his face was always flat.
"Based by a hammers," he sneered. However, he could not hide his smile.
"no papa than the protestor, haha," he chanted, his tongue sticking out, like a child winning an argument with his friend. The girl forgot who she was talking to. Hasan let him.
The crisp laughter that emanated beautifully, made the man's eyes sparkle. Smile expands. Zahira is able to make her feelings a little detached from the crush of worries.
Whether since when the two of them became that familiar, the two were also not as strong as I used to be even though Hasan was often indifferent, but he began to understand that Zahira was a cheerful girl.
